Therefore you gave this portrait with its tender inscription to her." "I--I can't say." "You mean you won't trust me," said Jennings.
Cuthbert rose quickly and flung off his friend's arm.

"I wish to Heaven I had never opened my mouth to you," he said.
"My dear fellow, you should show more confidence in me.

I know quite well why you won't acknowledge that you gave this photograph to Miss Saxon.

You think it will implicate her in the matter." "Jennings!" cried Cuthbert, his face growing red and fierce.
"Wait a moment," resumed the other calmly and without flinching.

"I can explain.